Chapter 216: Night Store Time with Sydney [2] [R-18 Contents!]

I kissed up her inner thigh, so close now that I could smell her arousal, musky and sweet and utterly intoxicating. The heat was incredible this close, and I could see the small damp patch forming on the blue lace, darkening the fabric. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pressed another kiss to her thigh, then another, each one bringing me incrementally closer to where she wanted—no, rather needed—me to be.

Sydney’s thighs trembled on either side of my head, her hand tightening in my hair as I finally, finally, pressed my lips directly against the lace covering her sex. The fabric was already damp with her arousal, and the taste of her—even filtered through the material—made me dizzy with desire.

“Oh fuck~” Sydney’s moan echoed through the empty store, her head falling back as her hips lifted involuntarily toward my mouth. Her fingers twisted in my hair, holding me there, and I could feel her pulse racing everywhere our bodies connected—her thighs against my shoulders, her hand in my hair, her core against my lips.

I kissed her through the lace again, more firmly this time, letting my tongue press against the fabric, tasting salt and arousal and Sydney. Her response was another moan, louder this time, her whole body shuddering as her legs spread even wider, granting me complete access.

The blue lace was beautiful against her skin, but right now, all I could think about was getting it off her and tasting her properly, without any barriers between us.

“You want to take it off already, don’t you?” Sydney’s smile was teasing, as her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, the elastic snapping softly against her skin.

A thought struck me suddenly, absurd given our current situation. “I just hope we won’t catch cold. It’s pretty chilling in here.”

Sydney laughed.

“Idiot. The alien inside us has made our immune system completely overpowered. We won’t catch cold easily.” She lifted her legs gracefully, pointing her toes as she began sliding the blue lace down her thighs. “And it’s summer. Still not that cold.”

I watched, completely transfixed, as the panties traveled down her long legs, revealing everything inch by inch. The fabric whispered against her skin, catching briefly on her knees before she worked them past her calves, over her ankles, and finally free. The blue lace dangled from her fingers as she held them up with a wicked grin.

“Want it?”

I couldn’t help but smile as I reached out and plucked the delicate garment from her hand, the fabric still warm from her body heat, the damp patch in the center evidence of her arousal. I folded them carefully—which was ridiculous given the circumstances—and tucked them into my back pocket. “You’ll need them again when we’re done.”

“I don’t look forward to that,” Sydney said with a smirk.

Then she spread her legs.

My breath caught in my throat, every thought scattering as she opened herself completely to my view. Her thighs parted wide, knees falling to either side, and there she was—bare, exposed, beautiful. Her pussy was absolutely perfect, the outer lips slightly parted to reveal the glistening pink flesh within. She was already so wet, her arousal coating her inner thighs and making everything shine. I could see her entrance clenching slightly, could see the way her arousal leaked out in viscous drops, and the sight made my cock throb almost painfully in the confines of my jeans.

Bracing my hands on either side of her thighs against the payment desk, I leaned down slowly, letting the anticipation build for both of us. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, could smell the intoxicating musk of her arousal getting stronger with every inch I descended. And then, finally, I pressed my lips directly against her bare pussy.

“Haa~yes~” Sydney’s reaction was an immediate blissful moan tearing from her throat as if she’d been waiting decades—not just minutes—for my mouth to touch her bare flesh again. Her whole body shuddered, hips jerking forward involuntarily to press more firmly against my lips.

The taste of her burst across my tongue—tangy and sweet simultaneously, salty and musky and utterly addictive. Her arousal coated my lips, slick and warm, and I groaned against her at the sensation. I couldn’t get enough. My tongue extended, flat and wide, as I dragged it slowly up through her folds, collecting her essence and savoring every drop.

“Haannn~Ryan~~” Her hand immediately flew to my hair, fingers threading through the dark strands and gripping tightly while her other hand slapped down on top of mine where it gripped the edge of the desk. Her knuckles went white from how hard she was holding on, like she needed to anchor herself or risk floating away entirely.

I continued my exploration, using my tongue to tease and taste every part of her. I licked along the outer lips first, feeling them swell and open further under my attention, then traced inward to the delicate pink labia that glistened with her arousal. The flesh was impossibly soft, heated, and I lapped at it greedily, drinking down her fluids like a man dying of thirst. Her scent filled my lungs with every breath.

“Haa—yesss, lick me… lick me more… hmmnn~~yess—haaan!”

Her encouragement spurred me on. I explored every fold, every crevice, learning what made her gasp versus what made her moan, what made her thighs tremble versus what made them clamp around my head. I traced my tongue around her entrance, feeling how it fluttered and clenched, begging to be filled, but I denied us both that pleasure for now, instead moving upward to find her clit.

The small bundle of nerves was swollen and peeking out from beneath its hood, and when I flicked my tongue across it experimentally, Sydney’s entire body jolted like she’d been electrocuted.

“FUCK!” The curse exploded from her lips, loud and unrestrained.

I did it again, this time with more pressure, circling the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue before taking her labia—those outer lips that framed her pussy so beautifully—between my own lips and sucking firmly.

Sydney’s voice shot up, becoming high-pitched and desperate as a stream of her arousal gushed from her entrance, coating my chin and flooding my mouth with fresh wetness. “HAAaahh—Ryan…”

Her hand in my hair gripped so tightly it bordered on painful, pressing my face harder against her pussy, but I had absolutely no intention of pulling away. If anything, I dove deeper, my mouth working against her with renewed hunger as I devoured her release, my tongue delving into her entrance to catch every drop of the fluid that poured from her. Her thighs clamped around my head, trembling violently as her orgasm crashed through her, and I could feel her muscles spasming, could feel her whole body seized by pleasure.

I didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck and taste her through the waves of her climax, prolonging it, making her twitch and shake with aftershocks as smaller pulses of pleasure continued to roll through her.

Only when her grip on my hair loosened slightly, when her desperate moans began to quiet into breathless whimpers, did I finally pull back. My face was soaked with her, my lips and chin glistening, but I didn’t care. I surged upward and captured her parted lips in a fierce kiss.

Sydney made a surprised sound that melted immediately into acceptance, and because she was still riding the tail end of her orgasm, still floating in that hazy space between pleasure and reality, I completely dominated the kiss. I devoured her mouth the same way I’d devoured her pussy, my tongue pushing past her lips to tangle with hers, making her taste herself on me. My hand came up to cup her jaw, tilting her head to deepen the angle as I kissed her thoroughly, possessively.

“Hmmnnn~~haaah~~Ryan~~hmmn~~” Her moans were muffled against my mouth, breathless and overwhelmed, her body still trembling with residual pleasure as I kissed her senseless.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I whispered roughly against her lips, pulling back just enough to speak. My hands were already moving to my belt, fumbling with the buckle in my desperation. The metal clinked as I yanked it open, then I was shoving my jeans and briefs down just far enough to free my cock.

It sprang free, achingly hard and already leaking precum from the tip, the shaft flushed dark with arousal. I’d been straining against my jeans for what felt like hours, and the relief of freedom was too intense.

Sydney’s eyes dropped to look at my erection, and her smile turned quite expecting. Without a word, she slid down from the payment desk, her bare feet touching the cool floor as she stood before me, gloriously naked except for her bra, her skin flushed and glowing, her legs still slightly unsteady from her orgasm.

Sydney’s eyes locked onto mine, dark with desire, as her fingers trailed down my chest, over my abdomen, and wrapped around the base of my cock. Her touch sent shivers ran down my spine, stroking me once, twice, with a twist of her wrist that made my knees buckle. Precum beaded at the tip, and she smeared it with her thumb, her gaze never leaving my face as she guided me toward her entrance.

“Fill me, Ryan,” she whispered. “I want you inside me—now.”

I didn’t hesitate. Gripping my cock at the base, I guided the swollen head to her entrance, the tip brushing against her slick folds. She was so wet, her arousal coating everything, making the contact easy and electric. With a slow push, I began to slide into her, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat envelop me. Her inner walls clenched around my length immediately, drawing a deep groan from my throat as I spread her labia with the thickness of my shaft.

“Oh god—yes, Ryan… haaah~” Sydney’s moan spilled out, high and breathless, her head tipping back as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, warm and velvety, every ridge and pulse sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. I watched her face contort in ecstasy—her lips parted, eyes fluttering shut—as I buried myself deeper, until our hips met flush.

For a moment, I held still, savoring the fullness, the way we fit together perfectly in the dim light of the empty store. Then, I began to thrust. Slow at first, pulling out almost to the tip before driving back in, spearing into her with a rhythm that built steadily.

“Haaaan!”

Standing like this, face-to-face, I had the perfect view of her: her flushed cheeks, the way her breasts heaved in her bra with each breath, straining against the fabric as her body rocked with mine.

My hands found her waist, hugging her close, fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips as I pulled her into every thrust. I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, our tongues tangling as I muffled her moans with my mouth. She tasted like salt and sweetness, her earlier release still lingering, and the intimacy of it all—the kisses, the touches, the way our bodies moved in sync—pushed us both higher.

“Fuck, Sydney… this feels incredible,” I murmured against her lips, breaking the kiss only to trail my mouth down her neck, nipping at her pulse point as I picked up the pace. My thrusts grew harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the quiet space, mingling with the wet, lewd noises of her arousal coating my cock and dripping down our thighs.

“It is—haaahn!”

Sydney was overwhelmed, her body responding to every sensation—the relentless spearing inside her, the firm grip of my hands on her waist, the heat of my kisses peppering her collarbone and the swell of her breasts.

Her moans turned desperate.

“Haaah—Ryan—more—fuck, yes!” She let out as she clung to the desk for leverage, her hips bucking to meet mine. I could feel her tightening around me, her muscles fluttering in warning, and then she shattered again.

Her orgasm hit strongly, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock, milking me as fresh fluids gushed out, soaking my shaft, my pants, and trickling down her thighs in warm rivulets.

“Cumming—oh god, I’m cumming again~” She cried out, her voice breaking into a lewd, unrestrained wail that sent a thrill through me. Her body trembled violently in my arms, standing in tip toes, hands resting on my shoulders to steady herself.

I held still, letting her ride it out as we both gasped for air in the silent, charged air of the store.

“More,” she breathed then, “Ryan… it feels too good. Don’t stop. More.”

A dark, possessive thrill shot through me. My hands slid from her waist, down over the delicious curve of her hips, palms flattening against the swell of her ass. I squeezed, feeling the firm muscle give under my fingers.

“You serious?”

She nodded at me.

“Then…from behind, you want?” I asked.

I felt her sharp intake of breath against my neck. A moment of surprise, then a slow, wicked smile I could feel rather than see. “Bold,” she said, but she was already pulling away, my cock sliding from her with a wet, obscene sound that made us both shiver.

She turned, presenting her back to me, and for all her usual bravado, there was a fleeting, vulnerable hesitation in the movement. She glanced over her shoulder, a blush coloring her cheeks, as she bent forward, placing her palms flat on the cool surface of the payment desk. The pose arched her back beautifully, showcasing the elegant line of her spine, the perfect, pale globes of her ass, and between them, the glistening, well-used pink of her pussy, swollen and dripping my release mixed with hers onto her inner thighs.

“Is… is this good?” She asked trying to sound bold but she was definitely a bit embarrassed.

The sight was a punch to the gut for me though. Any coherent thought evaporated.

“You bet it is…” I choked out, my hands finding her hips again, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh. I didn’t wait, didn’t tease. I guided the head of my slick, throbbing cock to her entrance, now exposed from this new, devastating angle. With a single, powerful thrust of my hips, I sheathed myself inside her to the root in one smooth, claiming motion.

“HAaa—FUCK!” Sydney’s cry shattered the quiet, her back bowing, her head dropping between her shoulders. Her inner walls convulsed around me, impossibly tight from this angle, gripping me like a hot, silken fist. “Ryan—yes—oh god, like that—!”

I set a pace immediately, pulling back until just the tip remained caught in her clutching entrance before driving forward again, my hips slapping against the backs of her thighs. The sound was lewd.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Each thrust jolted her forward on the desk, her breasts swaying in her bra. I leaned over her, bracing one hand next to hers on the desk, the other remaining locked on her hip, holding her in place for my ravishment. My mouth found the elegant knob of her spine at the nape of her neck. I kissed it, licked the salt from her skin, then trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses down the length of her vertebrae.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said against her sweat-slicked skin, my thrusts growing deeper, more frantic.

“Haaah—ah! Ah! There, Ryan! Right there, don’t stop—HAAhnnn!” Her fingers scrabbled on the laminate surface, nails leaving faint, desperate trails. I could feel the tension coiling in her body, the tightening of her core, the way her internal muscles began to spasm erratically around my length. The smell of sex—filled the air around us.

“I’m gonna—Ryan, I’m gonna cum again—!” Sydney wailed just minutes later, her voice breaking.

“G…Go ahead,” I managed to rasp.

It was all the permission she needed.

“HAAAhhnnnn!!” With a sharp, shattered cry, her body seized. Her pussy clamped down on my cock in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses, a flood of fresh warmth gushing out around my shaft. I could hear it, a hot, wet rush that pattered onto the floor beneath us, joining the small, slick puddle already forming. She shook through the entire orgasp, her moans long and drawn-out and utterly abandoned, her body held up only by the desk and the unrelenting anchor of my grip on her hip and my cock buried deep inside her.

The sensation of her climax, the visual of her complete surrender, pushed me to the very brink. My rhythm faltered, my thrusts becoming shallow, ragged jerks. “Sydney… fuck… I’m—I’m reaching my limit,” I gasped.

Still trembling, she managed to twist her head, looking back at me with heavy-lidded, bliss-glazed eyes. “Inside,” she panted, a messy, beautiful smile on her lips. “You can… release inside me. I want it.”

The offer was a siren song, but a final, protective instinct flared.

As shameful it was, I had enough stock of piles but I didn’t want to make an habit of cumming inside women every single sex.

With a gut-wrenching effort, I pulled my hips back, my slick, aching cock popping free of her clutching heat. “Can’t… I’ll do it… outside…” I breathed, my entire body screaming if not insulting me at the denial.

“What—?” Sydney began, confused.

Then, in a move so swift it left me stunned, she pushed herself upright and turned around. Before I could process it, she dropped gracefully to her knees on the hard floor, right in the middle of the glistening evidence of her pleasure. Her hands came up, one wrapping firmly around the base of my cock, the other circling the shaft. I was fully erect, impossibly hard, veins throbbing, the head swollen and purple and leaking a steady stream of clear precum.

“Sydney, wait—!” I tried, but it was too late.

Her eyes locked on mine, filled with a terrifying, gorgeous love. She began to stroke me, her grip tight and knowing, her hand flying up and down my length. She used her own arousal and my precum as slick, the friction perfect, devastating, overwhelming.

“Nngh—!” A groan was ripped from my chest. My hips bucked into her fist involuntarily. The coil in my gut, held taut for so long, snapped.

“I’m—!”

The warning died in my throat. My climax erupted with the force of a detonation. With a choked, broken shout, I came. Thick, white ropes of cum shot from the tip of my cock, the first powerful burst landing in a hot stripe across her cheekbone. The next painted her lips, glazing them white. Another hit her chin, and then, as she kept stroking me through the convulsions, milking every last drop, the rest splattered across her face in messy, beautiful arcs, catching in her eyelashes, streaking through her hair, dripping from her jaw onto her chest and cleavage.

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